Charlatan's eyes narrowed at how the can just seemed to bounce off the woman's arm. His thumb flicked over a button as he swung the cane wide; the cane portion shot off into the room, beaning some fleeing rich man. Charlatan was left with the sword part that had been hidden inside the cane.

"I don't-pfaugh!" He was interrupted by a splash of cold water. What kind of heroes was he tangling with Haughty Lass and Drippy Girl? He shook his head and went on despite his sodden clothes. "I don't care about accoutrement as a status symbol. It's easily destroyed."

To try to prove it, he lunged toward Tina with his sword slashing. He wasn't aiming for her skin but more the dress she was wearing. His other hand slipped inside his jacket to grab something.